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Lyrics
[Verse]
Mud on the tires, trucks jacked up high,
Got that Mary Jane, touching cloud nine.
Whisky in the flask, never dry,
Rebel spirit strong, touching the sky.
[Chorus]
Rolling down dirt roads, blasting tunes,
High as the Pines, howlin' at moons.
Whisky hits hard, like a freight train,
Country life wild, never tame.
[Verse 2]
Rearview mirror, sunset glow,
Puffin' that green, feel the flow.
Whisky burnin' like a wildfire blaze,
Kickin' up dust, in a smoky haze.
[Chorus]
Rolling down dirt roads, blasting tunes,
High as the Pines, howlin' at moons.
Whisky hits hard, like a freight train,
Country life wild, never tame.
[Bridge]
Trucks lined up, stars in the sky,
Weed on our lips, feelin' fly.
Whisky in the jar, stories to tell,
Living life loud, raising hell.
[Chorus]
Rolling down dirt roads, blasting tunes,
High as the Pines, howlin' at moons.
Whisky hits hard, like a freight train,
Country life wild, never tame.
Details
GeneratedNov 15, 2024
Duration2:06
Style
confident country rap
Credits
Prompt byBohemianRiff489
ModelAria v3.5
Prompt
Country rap about smoking weed big jacked up trucks and drinking whisky Confident
